cowgazing

On Sunday I went for a walk. At one point I passed some cows that were in a field along the road. As I walked past them, they all started to follow me. I turned toward them, and I stood facing them while most of them assembled and faced me from about twenty feet away. There were sixteen cows altogether, but they did not form one cohesive group. Eleven of them were in the group closest to me. But there was one group of three that stopped about twenty feet behind them. And there was one cow standing alone off to the left, at least fifty feet from me and from the other cows. I stood still and watched all of them for a while. Maybe twenty minutes. Not one of them moved. Some were eating grass, some were peeing or shitting. They could stand there longer than I.

I want to dig a hole and fill it.

I want to spend a day digging a hole. Then I will fill it with the same dirt.